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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by AntiHero, Sep 10, 2013.
Based on our off-line conversations, I hope to make it back up with you at least for a half-day.
Back to the R/R....
Met up with the maniac who made my stay at the Aria Suites possible, only this time crashed in his guest house prior to a ride that I looked forward to with fearful anticipation.
Why yes, my hands might have been shaking.
Read your first RR a while back. Just discovered this one, too late to catch you while you were here in Portland. Too bad. But reading it at work put the bug in me, so I decided when I got home to ride out to the coast to watch the sun set into the ocean. Weather app on my phone said that it should be sunny at the beach, full tank of gas in my new (to me) triumph sprint st 1050, had some new rain gear to try out for the ride, good to go.
Somehow I had forgotten that I always find Oregon beaches to be disappointing.
That picture was taken exactly at what was theoretically sundown, with the sun directly at my back. Nothin' but grey. Oh well. Had a great ride, got to test out the tank bag and bike, learned some stuff that I want to change (that windscreen blocks air to my chin vent, which means foggy visor).
I'll be taking the day off on Friday for a ride. Haven't figured out where, yet. Don't really figure it matters much.
That would be awesome dude, but no pressure. I know you've got a couple of things on your mind!
That's the truth. I might suggest the Evergreen Aviation and Space Museum though. I've never been there, but it sounds cool.
It is cool, you get to see the Spruce Goose among other things. I'd go back if I get the chance.
Said a mouthful there. :)
I'll be doing a long ride tomorrow....bike has had an intermittent high-idle issue and some 'coughing' (also at idle). Was that way the whole trip, took it in to get serviced and the problem went away for a bit, then started up again. Got to get it sorted ASAP as it just got a lot worse.
That sucks (other than the long ride part)!
Seems ok today. Another long ride tomorrow, we shall see how it goes.
finally read your last rr, looks like i got more catching up to do!
Still need to finish this RR off. Let's flip back to where the last chapter left off.
After my stay at the Aria Sky Suites I checked into my buddies guest house (that would be Ghost Rider Vegas') where Hendrick's, Tonic and Bitters awaited.
His Teutonic bomber and Panigale had been joined by a few dirt bikes, including a KTM 450 that I've been lusting after. His V10 M6 was gone, replaced by a Tesla that hauled just as much ass, only very quietly. I have no idea why Tesla hasn't created a Stealth version of their car, midnight-grey'd out with some military finish. It makes all the right sounds to qualify and the performance is phenomenal.
In any case, I was scared. We were going to be heading out on a ride and given the nickname I've given him, you can surmise exactly why I was scared. As much as I love speed--especially on long, open ribbons of asphalt with miles of visibility and no living creatures except lizards--Mr. GR has an unquenchable thirst for velocity unlike anyone I've ever met or ridden with. So much so that the morning before we set out I wrote a couple phone numbers on my thigh in ballpoint. Nothing sucks like trying to remember someone--anyone's--number while sitting in a cell.
Through the desert we flew. I'm sure my memory is stylizing the visual images I remember at this point, but I recall just trying to stay on the line of fire scorched asphalt in his wake. Typically by the time I got where he was just a moment before all that was left was a little smoke and his K bike receding in the distance. Just like last time we went for a ride, on one of the fastest bikes on the planet I lacked the minerals to keep up . And that included 'blanking out' the speedo, which happens on a Panigale at a speed you'll have to google.
While on an arrow-straight downhill we approached an intersection. Well, I approached an intersection. GRV had already stopped on the side of the road. I slowed to a legal speed as a Crown Vic came into view. As he passed I glanced down at the speedo and was a little baffled to still see triple digit speeds. OOOPS. Unconcerned, he just kept on his way. Whew...
We made it out to this location and I recognized it immediately:
The dock of the Silverman Half/Full Ironman race start--one of the most grueling Triathlons in the world. In that water in the distance I treaded water next to Chris Macca, 2007 and 2010 Ironman Champion. Tri is one of the only sports in the world where the average Joe gets to rub shoulders with the gods of the sport. (It's probably also one of the only sports in the world where you're surrounded by people peeing in their race gear, too.)
Made it back safely at the end of the day, no tickets, no ambulance, no correctional facilities.
Stayed off the strip that night and headed to Echo & Rig at Tivoli Village.
This pic pretty much says why:
If he wasn't so cool and chill to hang out with, he'd be a little intimidating to eat with. This is a guy who's eaten at the top restaurants in the world...a guy who Nobu Matsuhisa (yes, that Nobu), invites to dinner. When they introduce the judges for Iron Chef I always expect to see him seated there.
I'm not sure exactly what the guy sitting next to me had said just prior to his pensive, unapproving glance, so I'll ad lib and guess it was, "yes, may I please have some sparkling white wine to go with my Tomahawk steak?" (Notice the dagger--this man is always ready to rock and roll!)
"No, and we're not sharing Malbec with you for asking:"
They actually overcooked the first pornographically oversized steak we ordered:
So they brought us a second at no charge:
Bone marrow for desert:
Christ, what's that thing tip the scales at?! I can't even imagine the patience and control it would take me to allow that to properly cook and not just dive into the grill face-first.
No idea...4 lbs? I couldn't help but think of the ol' 96-er scene with John Candy.....
I failed to mention it was perhaps one of the best steaks I've ever had (both the ovcercooked and the black and blue one). Definitely worth the trip off the strip.
Wow. That is all.
That was one bigga steak! Reminds me of a place I used to go in Fernandina Beach, Florida where they would just bring out a two foot long chunk and ask you how much to cut off for you. Charged by the ounce, like ordering fish in Venice (recommend avoiding this when you get there...they charge you for the whole fish but only serve the fillet! Would love to see you blasting around the canals on a waterbike!!!)
That's the way I fix my boo boos too.
Great RR! Now I have to go back and read the coast to coast RR too. Also looking forward to the RTW.
"And a very good reminder, boys and girls, that we're all mortal, we all die and our lives are bookended by two dates--only one of which we know. Tragedy isn't dying young trying to achieve a goal. Tragedy--real tragedy? Dying old with unfulfilled dreams."
What a great line you wrote there! Great thread and very enjoyable writing you are doing here. I never wanted to own a bike like yours even though I always thought they looked amazing its just not my style. But this also reminds me we all are a family of riders regardless of the bike or the style of riding we do.
I have to ask you though...the riding position didnt bother you on these long trips?
Thanks, I only hope that message gets more people out there doing what it is they want to do instead of what they think they should be doing.
As for the riding position--watch a riveting 2 hour movie and you probably won't notice whether or not the seat you're on is made of wood or space foam. But watch Dances with Wolves in a lazy boy and guaranteed you'll think you have hemorrhoids 35 min. in.